In a dew-drop, a little world exists
A place turned blue and silver by the light
That lingers well beyond the morning mist.
In a dew-drop, a little world exists
But melts into the grass long before night.
In the same meadow where once you were kissed
In a dew-drop, a little world exists
A place turned blue and silver by the light.
The white tree
Hung down over the churchyard
The churchyard was the porch
The white was from the snow
The grave was the circle
How beautiful!
The way it blooms
red juice dripping from
ripened fruit:
her eyes, black velvet
silver on her nails
a mouth that curls
when it says my name.
What desire! I inhale her mind
*lines in italics are from Jane Eyre
Are you apprehensive of the new sphere you are about to enter?
Because I fear
For the warm skin
Comments
I love this poem so much. So beautiful :)
Same!! It's so, so pretty
Thank you both so much!!
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